Monday, November 22, 2010

I have hit the halfway mark for Movember and it’s not looking any better. Both the moustache on my hubby and my growing itch (all puns intended). So today as I’m flicking through the Globe and Mail in my two minute break between writing, editing, emptying the dishwasher, shoving another load of laundry in the washer and thinking already what am I going to feed the horde of kids, there’s an article on the Movember campaign.

Actually it’s a good article because I did wonder what sick person came up with a fundraiser for this – and yes, it was a man drinking beer. Or in this case a bunch of men drinking beer in 2003 in Melbourne, Australia. Duh, I had no idea someone came up with idea without liquor! Note to self: buy more liquor to get through the rest of the month.

Really though the marketing genius of Movember should be applauded. But like the author of the G&M article points out, “…does the campaign’s emphasis on mustache culture, risqué jokes and gentleman’s lifestyle risk undermining its goals? Oh my god I will so kill my husband if he doesn’t raise money for this charity.

Note to self for next year: pay hubby not to grow a moustache! Yes, that’s the idea women. Let’s take back the month of November and celebrate those cozy cuddles with our partners without that annoying-not-so-soft tickle of hair getting between you and love. Let’s change the name to Lovember. I seriously think I’m on to something here! Next year it’s totally Lovember – what more do I need to say. Those guys in Melbourne got it all wrong. First off they were obviously drinking because they don’t have girlfriends, wives or significant others and to come up with Movember I bet them a drink that’s not what they first came up with. I say Lovember all the way – how you want to raise money with cuddles, kisses and lots of more loving, and all for a great cause, is up to you but I’ve had 23 days to seriously think what I’ve been missing so I’m planning on Lovember for 2011. I challenge all you men out there to join my bandwagon for next year. Be a stud for Lovember!

Oh, I had to share the latest thing hubby said while wistfully playing with his moustache. “I have no idea how to manage this thing. What do guys do?” I told him to comb it….see pic for a good laugh.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Okay, we are well into November and I've been getting lots of criticism (ugh..cough...cough/advice) for not loving my hubby's moustache. Really, all I have to say to people is "I hate it!" Today is the 15th of November and I honestly thought of getting a movorce for the month of November when he suggested he's do this again next year. Are you kidding me? Even our kids yowled in outrage. It would be different if he looked okay with it, or if it all came in, but alas it doesn't. See pic for varification.

Brian is enjoying this experience and really happy to be getting donations for prostrate cancer (see previous blogs to see how you can donate to his file for research) but November has become a very slow month for me. I think it's the no kisses thing that's driving me insane. Since I write romance/erotica for a living, no kisses is soooo not fun...and it's coming out in my characters which is not sexy. I'll probably end up ditching half my writing this month and guess what, I'm blaming it on hubby and that damn moustache.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Okay, it’s well into week one of Nano and I’ve written over 5,000 words so far. I was aiming for 7,000 so I’m hoping to plug out another 2,000 over the weekend. But I keep getting distracted by hubby’s growing moustache. As promised his pic for week two of this test. Did I mention he’s raising money for prostate cancer and I seriously hope the headache of this damn moustache he’s growing earns lots of money for research because it is seriously cramping my style?

My style is lots of kisses, which soooooo are noooooot happening. When I look at him I think of a rat now. That is not a good thing to think of one’s hubby. I’m counting my days until one, it further fills in, which I have my doubts about and two; he shaves the scraggly thing off.

Oh, and when I did kiss him, because I was desperate (yes, I will admit that) I had to close my eyes and he started laughing when he felt me cringing – sad, so sad. Well, that ended the romance for the evening let me tell you. He’s even admitted he’s not liking it. That makes me wonder if he’s not liking getting no kisses from me, or the moustache….he hasn’t admitted which one.To stress again this is for a good cause so please donate or else I’m going to feel like my entire no-kisses month of November didn’t count for boo! To help, you can either: Click this link http://ca.movember.com/mospace/724590/ and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account